


Why We Broke Up

by sourpatchedkid



Category: EXO
Genre: @__jonginnie, ChanBaek - Freeform, M/M, There will probably be more characters, and taylor swift's delicate, baekyol, inspired by daniel howller, is tire, sis - Freeform, slight angst, taglish
Language: Filipino
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2019-01-20
Updated: 2019-01-20
Packaged: 2019-10-13 07:49:01
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,611
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17484077
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/sourpatchedkid/pseuds/sourpatchedkid
Summary: In where Baekhyun is scared and he keeps asking for a breakup but Chanyeol keeps saying no until one day he doesn't.[A healthy mix of Daniel Howller's WHY WE BROKE UP and Taylor Swift's DELICATE]





	Why We Broke Up

**-**

**To: Chanyeol TP [01:43]  
**Why?

**-**

“Do you want to breakup?”

It was the first of the many times that those words would leave Baekhyun’s mouth. His boyfriend of six months, Chanyeol, gives him a puzzling look and shakes his head. Baekhyun doesn’t understand. _This isn’t how it went in my head._ Chanyeol was supposed to ask him why and Baekhyun was supposed to explain and then all will be laid out on the table—his fears, his doubts, and his insecurities and then Chanyeol will agree, get up, and leave. But instead, Chanyeol is staring back at him, one eyebrow raised, with an unspoken question hanging on his mouth and Baekhyun doesn’t know whether to thank the universe or not.

They first met eight months ago at Chanyeol’s clinic. It was during the peak of the **#BaekhyunisOverParty**. A hashtag created by the people from the internet after the biggest controversy of his career broke out— _he had a child AND he has been refusing to father said child._ All those are false, of course. Baekhyun hasn’t touched a girl since his senior year in high school (which was also the turning point of his sexuality). Those two weeks with his first (and last) girlfriend confirmed what he’s been asking himself in all his teen years— _he does indeed like men._ They met through a common friend, Kyungsoo, Chanyeol’s colleague and Baekhyun’s cousin. The paparazzi were sleeping outside Baekhyun’s house, his phone wouldn’t stop going off one death threat after the other, his manager was on the verge of losing his mind, and Baekhyun was alone.

He entered the industry at the age of 13. Now almost 27, Baekhyun hasn’t stopped grinding since. The early years at work were more or less spent with much older people until he got used to the company of men and women double his age than his own. Baekhyun didn’t really have much friends. By the time the industry was opening its doors to aspiring singers, he was already sixteen—a senior to many other people. He was at the peak of his career at sixteen and days before turning eighteen, he was called Asia’s Pop King. _King._ Baekhyun was barely eighteen and it would’ve been fun and games if the title was only used in shows but the people around him began treating him like an actual King. The higher he climbed, the fewer people he surrounded himself with. At the top of his game, Baekhyun was alone. So when the news broke out about a woman with a child claiming to be his baby mama, the peasants were quick to throw sticks and stones at the King. _Behead him,_ they said or as the digital age would say, _Baekhyun is over._

On the eighth day of locking himself at home, Baekhyun used up the last of his courage to the leave the house and seek Kyungsoo. The paparazzi followed him—all twelve cars behind him. His manager, Jongdae, woke up to the news on TV as he frantically tried to get a hold of Baekhyun but his phone was dead and the entire chase (as if he was a fugitive) was caught on live TV, playing on every single channel. It was painful and Baekhyun was tired.

When he stopped in front of the Tobias Clinic, another headline popped up within five minutes—Baekhyun checking himself in a Psychiatric Ward. Well, they weren’t wrong. He was supposed to check himself in. At least, they wouldn’t hound him as much as the clinic was a private sectarian but not because he thought he was losing his mind, he just needed to be with someone from home and Kyungsoo was the closest to that.

Kyungsoo, his cousin and also his therapist, was in a meeting when Baekhyun entered his office. A tall, bulky, charming man greeted him instead and just like in the movies, he felt the entire world go mute and the movements around him turned into slow motion because _okay, cutie_ and _maybe the world isn’t so cruel_ until tall man hits his knee on the edge of the table on his way to greet him and Baekhyun was brought back to reality.

“Si Kyungsoo?” He asks, closing the door behind him. Tall man stays beside the desk. He’s sporting the same short, white coat that he’s used to seeing his cousin wear.

“Meeting.” Tall man straightens his coat and offers his hand. “Is he expecting you?”

Baekhyun shakes his head.

“I’m family and you…?”

“His colleague.” Tall man offers his hand. “Chanyeol.”

“Dr. Chanyeol.” Baekhyun shakes his hand. Tall man shakes his head while making a face after.

“Chanyeol lang. Di naman kita pasyente eh. Tsaka family ka ni Kyungsoo—uy, upo ka!”

“Baekhyun.” He takes a seat. “Baekhyun Byun. Pinsan ni Kyungsoo.”

“ _The_ Baekhyun Byun.” Chanyeol smiles as if not having any idea of what was happening to Baekhyun’s world because he’s grinning from ear to ear like he’s so proud of himself. “Yung interns kasi dito ikaw lang ang pinapakinggan. We had to send a memo to them na mag mix naman ng ibang songs kasi na-agitate na ‘yung ibang patients.”

“They hate me here too?” Baekhyun tries to mask the disappointment in his face but his tone gives it away. Chanyeol’s eyes widen in shock before shaking his head and flailing his arms at him and a string of _no, no no._

“We don’t hate you! We love you here. So much. Just not 24/7. Like half day, pwedeng ikaw lang pero the patients… But we don’t hate you. I swear. We love Baekhyun in this place and—“

“Okay, I get it.” He doesn’t notice the chuckle that leaves his mouth. Chanyeol looks so animated and so scared that he offended him that Baekhyun can only laugh. “It’s fine. It’s okay.”

“We love you.” Chanyeol says again. “We really do.”

Baekhyun glances at the clock on his wrist.

“Hanggang anong oras si Kyungsoo sa meeting?”

“Di ko din alam kasi kakapasok ko lang eh.”

“It’s 12 in the afternoon.” Baekhyun points to the wall clock above Chanyeol’s head. “Are you always late to work kaya di kita nakikita pag pinupuntahan ko si Kyungsoo?”

“Can’t be late if you’re the boss.” Chanyeol shrugs. He sends a playful wink his way before laughing at himself. The sewed name on the left side of his white coat says _Chanyeol Tobias Park_ and this is the Tobias Clinic. Oh. _Oh._ “Before you laugh at my name, I want you to know that I spent the first ten years of my life in Korea but I also needed an English name kasi nag punta ko sa States for high school and when I came here I just merged them together.”

“Tobias is a weird name.”

“Tobias means God is good.” Chanyeol defends as if that would change the mocking look on Baekhyun’s face. “What’s _your_ full name?”

“Confidential.”

“I’m not even your psychologist. No such thing as client-therapist confidentiality.”

“Oh, wow. Talk Psych to me.” Baekhyun wiggles his eyebrows and then laughs.

“I don’t think there’s such a thing as a Psych kink.”

“Oh my God, joke lang!”

“That’s odd.” Chanyeol takes out his phone from his pocket. “I’ll bring it up sa board meeting if having a Psych kink is popular these days. What even is it—uy, sabi ni Kyungsoo wait lang daw.”

“I do _not_ have a kink. Psych kink isn’t even a thing!”

Baekhyun feels the blood rush in his cheeks whether in frustration or embarrassment, he doesn’t know but at least it’s more than just a feeling of void. The last eight days were painful and empty and Baekhyun isn’t sure where he stands in all of it. All he knows is that he’s tired and he wants to take a nap preferably until the next year or so. But in the small office of his cousin with a guy he just met, he’s feeling hot. Not hot _hot_ but _just_ hot. He can’t pinpoint yet and it’s really why he came to visit Kyungsoo because he needs someone to makes sense of all that’s happening and all that he feels.

“Please don’t tell Kyungsoo about this dumb Psych kink na sinasabi mo. Aasarin ako niyan.” He tells tall man—Chanyeol—when he realizes that the man was still typing away on his phone.

“Don’t worry about it,” Chanyeol smiles, slipping his phone back in his pocket. “Baekhyun Alexander Byun.”

“You googled me?” There’s a mix of amusement and teasing in his voice. “Ikaw ah.”

Chanyeol brushes him off.

“That’s a really long name. Kamusta ka nung nag-achievement test nung high school?”

“Di ko naranasan ‘yon. Nagtatrabaho na ‘ko but I guess it’s similar to filling up stuff sa bank? Di ba box, box din ‘yon? Nauubos ko minsan.”

“Ako nga sakto lang pero Chanyeol lang nilalagay ko eh.”

Baekhyun laughs. After Kyungsoo and maybe, Jongdae, this was his first normal conversation in a week. It makes him want to stay inside Kyungsoo’s office forever.

“Tig-isang pangalan daw mga magulang ko eh. So sabi ng tatay ko Baekhyun tas sabi ng nanay ko, Alexander. Kaya ayun, dalawang linya agad ‘yung sakop sa  passport.”

The door swings open revealing a very annoyed Kyungsoo on the phone. He motions for the two of them to keep quiet as he heads towards the chair behind the table. Chanyeol moves away and makes a face at Kyungsoo to ask if everything was okay. The latter nods and signals for him to wait. When he hangs up, the annoyed look has washed away.

“The halfies are here.” Kyungsoo jokes. “What do you both need?”

“You’re a halfie too, Ian Kyungsoo Do.” Baekhyun glances at Chanyeol to join in the banter but the laughter that erupts from him may mean that he doesn’t know about the Ian. Unless the Kyungsoo and Do were funny for him too. Kyungsoo picks up a pen and throws it at Baekhyun because _that’s a family secret Baekhyun!_

Somehow Baekhyun finds himself hanging around the clinic after that. Kyungsoo ends up registering him in the system as an intern so he can come in and out as he pleases. The paparazzi began camping outside the clinic but Chanyeol was always so patient to remind them that it was a private clinic and that there are other people—patients in need—who doesn’t deserve the harassment that they’re oh, so, willing to give on a silver platter. They camp across the street and they follow Baekhyun to and from his house. At this point, he suggest befriending the guys to which Jongdae adamantly says no. He thinks of buying another car, one that they won’t know and find, but he knows that it’s only a matter of time before he gets tailed again. He doesn’t even like cars that much to own more than one anyway. Kyungsoo and Chanyeol end up alternating days to pick him up. Baekhyun tells them that they don’t have to but Kyungsoo insists that he doesn’t want to hear the end of it from both of their parents. Chanyeol, on the other hand, just tells him that he should be thankful to have the kindest boss ever.

“You don’t even pay me!” Baekhyun reasons when Chanyeol brings it up again one morning.

“You’re an intern.” The boss simply says as if that was enough of an answer.

In his second week of being an intern, the paparazzi starts going home one by one. They haven’t seen Baekhyun in a while and his car hasn’t moved in his driveway too. Although the news still contained him and every day, his social media is filled by people telling him that his career is over. He busies himself with paper work. Sometimes he volunteers at in-house parties for the patients. Sometimes he just sleeps in Kyungsoo’s office. It differs from day-to-day and his mood fully depends on the number of cameras outside the clinic or the number of news reported about him. No matter how many times Chanyeol told the other staff to quit watching the news, some patients are fond of it during TV time and there’s not much they can do. What doesn’t change is the lunch left in his own locker every day by a certain Chanyeol Tobias Park. _It’s the least I can do,_ he says. He acknowledges the hard time he has to go through every day and the lunch was his small way of making Baekhyun’s life more bearable. The latter thinks that it’s just a Psychologist thing. They’re mostly kind and sensitive towards other people’s feelings. Kyungsoo says it’s a Chanyeol thing because his colleague slash boss doesn’t even eat and now all of a sudden, he’s regularly eating home-cooked food and has managed to pack lunch not just for one but for two.

“Crush ka ni Dr. Park.” Kyungsoo says nonchalantly, twirling in his seat as he reads a Psychological report submitted by one of his staff members’ minutes ago. “Ganyan mga type nyan eh. Maliit. Mukhang tanga.”

“Crush ko din siya.” Baekhyun is laid out on Kyungsoo’s office couch, throwing his ID in the air and then catching it. “But then again, this internship is temporary. Andito lang ako para magtago. My job literally requires me to be single forever. You know this.”

“That’s a rule you made for yourself.”

“I did not, Ian Kyungsoo.”

“Call me Ian Kyungsoo one more time and—“

“—And what?” Baekhyun challenges him. He lets the older cousin vibe seep through his tone but he pairs it with a smile so it doesn’t seem as taunting. “Come on, Ian Kyungsoo. Unless gusto ng future boyfriend ko ng camera sa mukha nya habang naglalakad lang siya diyan then there’s no chance for me. We’ve been at this job—I say we because you’ve been here ever since—for more than a decade now. The people I date runaway before the relationship gets serious. Bakit? Because they’re on the news the next day they’re seen with me at nakakahiya sa mga pamilya nila.”

“That’s on them.” Kyungsoo puts down the report and slips it in the envelope. He tries to find a scratch in one of his drawers. “If somebody wants to be with you, tiis tiis din dapat. All jobs have occupational hazards. Yours just happen to be invasive.”

“Remember Lay? Okay, so, we dated for like three years. Anong ending? Wala rin. His mom said I was tainting their family business na para bang sinasabotahe ko talaga sila? Kasalanan ko bang hinahabol kami ng picture.”

“Sino ba naman kasing may sabi sayo to date the heir of the largest Telecom in the country?” Kyungsoo finds a scratch, scribbles something down, and clicks something on the work landline.

“That’s the point, Ian Kyungsoo!” Baekhyun sits up and points at him. “Lay was in love with me. Some of the people I dated were in love with me but it all got too much. It’s either di na kaya ‘yung walang privacy or di na kaya ‘yung work ko or basta laging may rason pero laging related sa work. It’s all going to come back full circle.”

“And yet, you still dated.”

The older of the two shrugs.

“Just because I know it’s not going to be a happy ending doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the ride. Take Lay for example. He’s married now but I was really happy with him. Now, he’s with someone normal and…” He slumps on the couch and sighs dramatically.

Kyungsoo looks up from his phone to give him a judgmental look but Baekhyun looks so defeated. After every relationship, _this_ talk happens and Kyungsoo has to spend hours trying to calm him down. Baekhyun is an international superstar and he’s got the world wrapped around his fingers but he’s also a child deprived of many things, a teenager who never experienced an ordinary love story, and adult totally lost and unsure of where he wants to be. He was Kyungsoo’s older cousin but also his baby. His insecurities went deeper than he would like to acknowledge and his self-esteem was on floor level. _There’s a void,_ he would always say but not anything more than that. For years, Kyungsoo would try to decipher what it means until he finally settled because it doesn’t mean more than that. There’s just a hole in Baekhyun’s chest for not being good enough because of the people that he dated. His job is the only thing that he has and the only thing that he knows best. _The only thing that loves me,_ he said.

“I don’t even know why I’m considering this a problem.” Baekhyun mumbles. “Ngayon lang siguro ako nagka-crush after nga nung kay Lay. Nung kinasal siya akala ko wala na din akong magugustuhan ever eh.”

Before Kyungsoo can go on a lengthy monologue about Baekhyun being good enough, _more than good enough,_ Chanyeol enters the room, bright, and smiley, and more Chanyeol as he’ll ever be.

“Chanyeol, crush mo si Baekhyun di ba? Crush ka din niya. O, ayan na ha. You’re welcome.”

“IAN KYUNGSOO DO!”

But really, all thanks goes to Kyungsoo because they have their first date on the same day in the parking lot in Chanyeol’s car. There’s a paper bag of Mcdonald’s on each of their laps and they’re discussing that one patient who sang for hours during leisure time. It’s a normal conversation until they spot Kyungsoo walking to his car, waving at them with a teasing smile on his face.

“Crush mo pala ‘ko eh.” Baekhyun teases in attempt to break the awkwardness that entered the car. “Yaan mo na ‘yang si Ian Kyungsoo. Walang magawa sa buhay porke may boyfriend.”

“Bakit kaya kita dinadalhan ng lunch kung hindi kita crush?” Chanyeol raises an eyebrow, putting down his Big Mac back in the paper bag so he can focus on the conversation and Baekhyun more.

“26 ka na pero pa-crush crush ka pa rin.” It’s a lame attempt at flirting. In Baekhyun’s defense, he hasn’t flirted with anyone in the last three years and he just feels so, _so,_ small under Chanyeol’s gaze. “Wag mo ‘kong gawing crush. Hanap ka na ng iba diyan. Kilala mo na ‘ko, wala ng thrill.”

“I don’t like thrillers. I like that I know you already. It’s comfortable. I like you.”

And just like that, the date ends but another date follows and then another and another. It’s the sixth date when Baekhyun finally opens his social media again so he could stalk Chanyeol. There isn’t much to hide. Only his family and his dog were the contents of his Twitter and Instagram. His Facebook was mainly for work. Baekhyun isn’t surprised because Chanyeol is the most transparent person he knows. Even more than Kyungsoo. On the seventh date, they wait for the newest episode of Brooklyn 99 in Chanyeol’s living room and during the flash report, a photo of Baekhyun with Chanyeol’s shadow behind is flashed on the screen.

_Superstar Baekhyun Byun spotted outside with a man after two months of hiding! We can’t see much of a date and neither of Byun but wherever he goes, he exudes that superstar vibe, doesn’t he?_

“Well, they’re not wrong.” Chanyeol pipes up, nudging Baekhyun’s elbow. “You do exude superstar vibe.”

“Sabi ko sayo maghanap ka na ng bagong crush eh. Sa susunod na lumabas tayo baka makita na nila yung mukha mo. Buti na lang di nila nakita kotse mo.”

There’s hurt in his voice but more than that, Baekhyun sounds apologetic. Like it’s his fault that they got caught even if they really aren’t hiding and Chanyeol catches it fast. He reaches for Baekhyun’s wrist and pulls him closer. He slides his arm under the latter’s waist and gives it a reassuring squeeze. Baekhyun drops his head on Chaneyol’s shoulder and inhales that natural _home_ scent he got used to already. The closer he nuzzles, the bigger the unspoken apology is. Chanyeol keeps rubbing his arm up and down and mumbling _it’s okay, I’ve always wanted to be on TV anyways_ until Baekhyun finds the strength to look up and kiss him on the lips, mumbling _please be sure, please, please, please_ and Chanyeol doesn’t know what it means but he agrees anyway.

On the third month of being official, Baekhyun is gearing up for a comeback. He introduces Jongdae to Chanyeol and then later on, to the whole team. Kyungsoo asks him if he should take things slow, maybe have just one or two people, know but Baekhyun tells him that he wants to keep their relationship private but not a secret. Chanyeol appreciates the thought but he reminds Baekhyun to relax because he isn’t going anywhere. Their time spent together gets less but the lunch still remains. Chanyeol sends him packed lunch to his company in accordance to his diet and they Facetime to eat together. It works. _Like it always does at first,_ Baekhyun thinks.

The fourth month was busy and a little bit crazy because Baekhyun is back in the spotlight with new songs and a new concept. The world hasn’t forgotten about his controversy but they’re excited to see what the superstar has in store for them. He doesn’t disappoint though because he sells out an arena tour in under a minute. Chanyeol calls him in panic because he was in a consultation and he wasn’t able to get himself one. Baekhyun assures him that he gets the closest spot to the stage and _thank you chanyeol, really_ because his boyfriend sounds like he was on the verge of an anxiety attack and Baekhyun feels good and bad at the same time. _I can’t believe I missed it. I want the whole fan experience, bab._

“Bab?”

“Baekhyun Alexander Byun.”

“Doesn’t sound romantic at all.” He huffs on the phone. “Di na lang nilagyan ng _y_  sa huli para baby.”

“Bab, my baby.”

It’s in their fifth month that Baekhyun formally meets Chanyeol’s parents—a pair of sweet, middle-aged medical doctors. They welcome him with a feast of his favourite foods and he devours them despite the strict diet he’s in. He gets cuddled by Chanyeol’s mom after dinner and he shares a drink with his dad before they went to sleep. They exchange stories of Chanyeol from his childhood and all the ex-girlfriends he brought in high school and the ex-boyfriends he brought in college. It’s an embarrassing dinner for Chanyeol but an unforgettable one for Baekhyun.

“I see you on the billboard every day.” Chanyeol’s mom tells him. “But I have yet to see you perform. Ibang iba kasi ang tugtugan ko eh.”

When Chanyeol shows him a performance video of Baekhyun, her mouth is left agape and she grabs Baekhyun by the shoulder to pull him down and pepper him kisses on the forehead. She showers him in praises and kisses until Chanyeol pulls her away to send her to sleep. Baekhyun cries in the car on his way back to his apartment because his boyfriend’s parents are so nice and he feels so loved and he wants to keep it that way forever but he isn’t sure if he deserves it.

The uncertainty lingers until the sixth month so while Chanyeol is reviewing papers in his office, Baekhyun walks in with two cups of coffee in his hands from practice and asks him,

“Do you want to breakup?”

_Because there’s a new batch of haters online after my album dropped._

_Because my company found out that I’m not single anymore and I’m not sure if they’ll protect me or not._

_Because I heard a shutter click as I was walking to the clinic._

_Because I saw someone tailing my car last night._

_Because you might not be able to handle it once this is all out._

_Because I might hurt you._

_Because I might disappoint your parents._

_Because we’re still good and let’s breakup while we’re still good rather than when it all gets too much and you hate me anymore._

_Because… Because._

Chanyeol shakes his head but he doesn’t say anything. He’s just waiting for an explanation. He drops his pen and paper on the table, leans back on his swivel chair, and crosses his arms in front of his chest. Kyungsoo warned him about this. _He will want to leave but not because he doesn’t like you or love you but because he’s scared._

“Why?” Baekhyun asks, looking defeated. “You don’t want to breakup with me?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? Come ‘ere.” He pulls away from the table and opens his arms. Baekhyun’s feet betray him and they start walking to Chanyeol. He drops himself on his lap. “Bad day?” He scratches the back of Baekhyun’s head as he gives him multiple kisses on the cheek—soothing and calming.

“Kanina nafeel ko may nagpipicture sakin. I’m pretty sure ang sunod niyan kasama ka. I don’t want your mom to find you on the front page of a tabloid or in the morning news. I’m just…” He twists on his lap, facing Chanyeol with both of his legs dangling on either side of his legs. Chanyeol’s hand is splayed on his lower back for support while the other is rubbing the skin on his hand. “I’m just giving you an out while you still can. I mean—I mean that, you always have an out. Hindi kita kinukulong sakin but hanggang kaya ko pa. Hanggang di pa super sakit because we’re new and—“

“I want to be wherever you are.”

The words hang on his tongue— _I love you—_ but it doesn’t jump out so he settles in for the next big thing. He presses his lips against his, breathing in all that is Chanyeol and when he pulls away, he breathes out the worries and the doubts and the _why didn’t he breakup with me_ out the window. He’s grateful and thankful and the gratitude is spread across his face. Chanyeol knows it even if he doesn’t say anything. There’s a promise in the kiss— _I promise to stay—_ but it’s one that Baekhyun chooses to not see. Not now. Not yet. It might just hurt worse when he actually gets up and leave.

“My reputation’s never been worse.” He whispers. “We’re still trying to build it. We’re fixing it. I don’t want you—“

“Baekhyun Alexander Byun is my boyfriend. Hindi naman yung celebrity na Baekhyun Byun lang. I know it’s a part of you. I’ll deal with it. I’ll cross the bridge when I get there but you,” He taps Baekhyun’s nose which the older ends up scrunching. “I like you for you.”

_Please be sure. Please be sure._

“Okay.” _Pause._ “Are you sure?”

“Baby,” Chanyeol coos. “Where are all these coming from?”

The words are stuck in his throat and Baekhyun doesn’t know why. When asked about the things he fears the most, he tends to spill it like an opened dam but there was something about the way Chanyeol looked at him that he can’t bring himself to let him down. To normal people, his fears seem mundane but to Baekhyun Byun who grew up in the middle of the spotlight; to Baekhyun Byun who is unsure if he even grew up at all; telling Chanyeol at the expense of disappointing him was the most difficult thing to do. So he swallows the words down, shakes his head, and looks away. He has mastered the art of pleasing people in the last thirteen years. This was nothing.

Not now. Not yet.

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 **From: Chanyeol TP [01:44]  
**You never let me in.

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**Author's Note:**

> Let's try Chanbaek this time, yes?
> 
> 1\. Don't forget to tweet me after you read! It's @__jonginnie (two underscores)
> 
> 2\. Let me know your favorite scene, insights, quotes. Just talk to me!
> 
> 3\. Comments and kudos are always appreciated!


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